It is not as if it creeps up like 
a hungry predator stalking the silence
Or that the blackness felt, is mixed
with the slightest tinge of grey 
But the fear is tangible.

It is strangely and eerily simple
Easy to reason, but not entirely
comprehensible in any sense,
Because it causes trepidation.
The fear is real.

Now too late to realise
That a solution has not been
discovered, to reverse the process.
Instead reality is faced head on
Every day it smiles at us but we
can’t smile back anymore
Because:
The fear is now
The fear is life
The fear is the past
The fear is the future
The fear is here
It has to be embraced